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God Loves Angels. Enrike Fluence
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The toad sighed, but stayed on his feet. Although she had nowhere to fall, except in a chair. Her friend poked my shoulder and blurted out:
– Why are you fighting? Are you crazy?
This girl’s hair was raven black, cropped short. She looked like a boy in features. Large, protruding eyebrows made the face stern.
I couldn’t handle two, common sense told me, but the rage demanded immediate revenge.
– How dare you?! I pointed to the fireplace.
– And like this! I wanted to! What do you say? – Now the Toad pushed me in the back as I turned to her friend. I fell to the floor. I hurt my elbow badly and, rubbing it, I felt tears flowing against my will.
– There was a «queen» here! Comes to school whenever he wants. You will walk on my hind legs! Skinny heron!
From such a stream of insults, I went mad, kicked Toad in the ankle. The toad, to my triumph, could not resist and fell, clutching on the chair.
– Oh you!
– Khe-e! – Toad’s friend hurried to help her up.
And I jumped up and grabbed Toad’s hair. This was a mistake. My fingers immediately slipped out of my opponent’s short tail. She, in turn, grabbed my hair and pulled me hard to the side. My head was spinning. I lost my balance, and immediately felt a blow to the back of my head. I was lying on the floor. Added to the pain in my head was the aching itch on the tips of the fingers of my left hand, these are my nails. I think I scratched my opponent.
– How dare you, you reptile? – The toad rushed to me. She kicked my suitcase, it’s good that it wasn’t me, and hastened to leave the common room. Her friend jumped out after.
I sat up slowly and looked around. Here is my suitcase, here is the fireplace in which my pajamas burned out. And no one is around. Only at the far table are two frightened girls looking at me. Then I realized that this skirmish had made enough noise.
My head was buzzing, the back of my head ached. I leaned against the suitcase to stand, then pulled it. It turned out to be heavy. I was able to drag him up. But in my current state, when a bruise on my elbow hurt, and my head was spinning, and I myself was inflated, it seemed to me an impossible task. I nevertheless pulled my load towards the stairs, did not want to leave my things here, but after two meters I gave up.
– Hey how are you? – It was one of the girls silently approached. – Where is your magic wand?
Indeed, where? In my bag upstairs in the bedroom. It was there that I put it at home.
– I will help. – The voice caught genuine sympathy and determined desire. The girl drove her magic wand over the suitcase.
My suitcase, swaying, flew off the floor and floated upstairs. With a resounding thud, he hit the steps, but moved forward. The girl supported me by the hand and led me upstairs.
On the second floor, I hissed:
– How dare they?! I’ll show them some more!
«This is Jamely Ports and Matilda Reinhart. You better stay away from them and that’s it.
– I «hold on»? What have they done to my clothes!
The girl said nothing. And the voice of reason inside me noticed: of course, she is right: do not run into trouble. What do you say when it comes to Madame Argento or Director Brutilde? And grandma? I don’t want her to know which lady I am.
Chapter 7. What is the punishment?
I went up to my room. Ismeralda jumped on the bed. The pillow and the book were still on the floor. And the girl was waving a magic wand over her head. Seeing my tear-stained face, she was surprised and asked:
– What happened?
I didn’t answer. Ismeralda looked past me and asked in surprise:
– Monica?
My assistant appeared after me. The suitcase flopped to the floor, and I, exhausted and depressed, on an empty bed. It was impossible not to notice that they were also jumping on my feather bed. Of course, Ismeralda. I didn’t give a damn about it now.
– My name is Monica. My bedroom is in the next tower. I am from the second Grant. – My assistant spoke in a cheerful voice and was silent for a minute. Ismeralda looked at Monica in bewilderment and waved her hand with a magic wand:
– Hi Monica!
Ismeralda sat down on the edge of the shifted feather bed and, breathing heavily, looked at my tear-stained face in surprise.
Monica glanced sideways at Ismeralda’s wand and said, putting her hand on my shoulder:
«Don’t think about Jamel and her henchmen. You can’t cope with them. So try to forget this incident. And you shouldn’t start a war either.
I rubbed my eyes. I felt grateful to Monica for helping me with the suitcase. I myself was now unable to conjure anything. Nodding to her, I noticed to myself that I would not give up so easily. There will be revenge for the insult. Monica turned to leave, but then Suzanne burst into the room, and Monica had to step aside.
– Rosalina! – Shouted Suzanne and jumped to me. She plopped down heavily next to the bed so that I almost jumped to the floor. Suzanne put her arms around me and began stroking my hair.
– Oh my God! I just found out what happened. I’m sorry! Lily found me and said that the new girl rushed to fight Jamely! Of course, I know Jamely. And I’m sure she did something bad again!
– They rummaged in my things! They threw my pajamas in the fireplace!
– Oh, poor thing! Did you get hit?
She touched my cheek. Pain stung the right side of my face.
– Oh! – I shuddered. The face was still burning. There may even be a bruise on the cheek.
– Sorry, I didn’t mean to. – Susanna was alarmed and ran out of the room. – You need to put something cold on your cheek.
Monica barely had time to press against the door so as not to be swept out of the way, and then sadly shook her head and left.
Ismeralda said softly:
– This is a bad girl, Jamely. I always forget her name. Zha-me-li. It even sounds strange.
Ismeralda pointed her wand at her eye and, squinting, began to examine its end. Only now did I notice that Ismeralda’s magic wand was broken off. Ismeralda struggled to see the core of her magical item.
Suzanne returned. She handed me a tube of cream.
– Apply to injury. It will get easier.
– He’s cold. Even icy! – I exclaimed.
– Yes. It was I who bewitched him with a chilling spell. Is that great? Suzanne, flattered by my surprise, smiled.
After a minute I felt better. The hands stopped shaking.
– This Zhamely. What do you advise me to do with her? Who can be informed that she…
– Not! What are you? Suzanne threw up her hands. – Do not tell anyone!
«What?» I couldn’t believe my ears. – She must be punished!
– I agree, but now you will not change anything, and you will only receive punishment.
– What?
– Listen to me! It’s better not to tell the older ones. Teachers, that is. – And Suzanne began to quickly